Of all the poems I have written, this is not my favourite. I am still not sure about it, but I want to publish the best and the worst. The theme is religious because I have always had an interest in religion. It wasn’t intended that way but sometimes you are driven subconsciously by your background and your childhood.
Epitaph
This was my son
I gave him to you
I asked you to love him
But look how it grew
Into something so cold now
The darkness shot through
Second chances are futile
When the world lives through you
well this is a good poem i should say even though you just wrote it but still its not bad. keep it up
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